Just got a frantic text from a friend while I was at work today:
“We were just robbed, I think I’m going to pass out.”
For the umpteenth time in 3 months, another pharmacy in my area has been robbed by junkie scumbags looking for as much oxycodone they can lay their hands on. They’re jumping over counters, holding guns to people’s heads, and in one instance a couple years back, beating a 70 year old pharmacist with a crowbar.
I have known people who work in every store that’s been robbed in my district recently. These are stores I’ve worked at, places I’ve spent a lot of time in. These are my friends.
And I am sick and fucking tired of wondering when it’s my turn, wondering if every guy who walks up to the pharmacy with a funny look on his face is about to pull a gun on me. I’m tired of wondering if the piece of paper he’s sliding towards me says “Amoxicillin 500mg” or “Give me everything in the safe and nobody gets shot.” I’m tired of my pharmacists being afraid to work alone at night because they too know it’s just a matter of time, and they don’t want to be alone when it happens.
Walgreens experienced so many robberies that they stopped carrying all forms of oxycodone in their regular stores. Now they have one store in each district that will stock it, with a 24/7 armed guard in the store. One guy I know put up a sign when he was working overnights alone that said he didn’t keep it in stock. Didn’t stop the guy who put a gun to his head, and it made us all sick to watch the video of him pleading for his life for well over 10 minutes, wondering if this psycho was going to blow his brains out. The guy eventually found some in the bins and left with it.
But it’s not just overnighters that have cause to be concerned now. In June, a Sweetbay in my county was robbed at 11:30 in the morning. The one that got hit today was 1pm with 2 female techs and one pharmacist while patients were sitting in the waiting area.
I mean, what the fuck?